The characters don’t belong to me.

This is not an X rated story, but it does contain adult themes.

Part 1

How many times had it been? Eight? Ten? More? He had lost count. They had been at it since he picked her up at a grocery store. She had been shopping for melons. The woman wasn’t particularly beautiful, just average, but she had the most gorgeous eyes he had ever seen. A man could get lost in those eyes, he thought as he hungrily kissed her. And he was lost, lost for the past six hours.

Now he studied her. She had raven black hair, full luscious lips, and eyes that were such a light shade of green that they looked almost yellow. Her eyes were unnatural, animal like. They could scare a man just by their intensity. Now he pulled her close to him, wanting to snuggle against her, wanting to rest really, but she would have none of it. She captured his lips in an intense kiss and soon his body was responding again. Was it twelve times, now? No that was impossible, he thought, as he kissed her deeply.

Napoleon was tired. He sat in his chair trying to concentrate on the folder before him. “Thrush again,” he said aloud, as he threw the file on the table and rested his head on his arms. The crash of the door awakened him from his almost desired slumber. He looked up to see a very tired looking Illya. The Russian sat heavily in his chair without acknowledging the American and spoke almost too quietly for Napoleon to hear him. “So what have we, Napoleon?”

“Another Thrush plot, what else?” Napoleon answered.

Illya regarded Napoleon with concern, and then turned his attention to the files on his desk. They were numerous, dropped off by the secretary this morning. They were all about Thrush. Every nefarious plot they had come up with in the past two months could be found sitting on either his or Napoleon’s table. Frankly, Illya was too tired to care. He didn’t want to save the world today, or any other day. “Why don’t we go to breakfast,” he said tiredly. “These files can wait until we’re done eating at least.”

Napoleon regarded his friend with surprise and then concern. It was not like the stoic Russian to ignore his duties. Illya was the type who would come in extra early in the morning and get started before he even had his first cup of coffee. Now he seemed drawn, tight, too tired to even think of working.

“Coming down with something, Tovarish?”

“Yeah, tired of trying to save the world. Come on, lets eat,” Illya said while grabbing his coat.

The cafeteria was quiet, too quiet. Napoleon noticed that a few agents seemed overly tired. A few men even slept.

“What’s going on around here?” Napoleon asked as he scooped the eggs into his mouth in his mouth.

“What do you mean?” Illya asked.

“Look around you. I’ve never seen so many people looking like they’ve been up all night. You included?

Illya looked uncomfortably at his friend. “I am not that tired. I just stayed up a little too late.”

“Why?”

Illya looked at Napoleon, nervously grabbing his cup of coffee, gulping quickly.

“Why what?”

“Why were you up late last night?”

“I am aware that we have a close friendship and you’re the CEA, but my personal life is….”

Napoleon cut him off. “Listen, normally I wouldn’t ask. But you should see how you look. Did you even comb your hair?”

Illya abruptly stood. “You’re right, Napoleon. I’m not feeling well. I think I’ll just go home.” And with that the Russian left the cafeteria, leaving a very confused Napoleon still sitting there.

They met again at his place. The plan was to have dinner and then maybe dancing. They never left his apartment. Now they were in bed. He was amazed by her beautiful body. He was kissing every inch of her when he heard the annoying sound of the communicator. He hazily felt himself reach for it, only to be stopped by the passionate kiss of the woman. The last thing he remembered was hearing the voice of his friend over the communicator.